Muses

Tension is the muse
simplicity
Makes me ill

my desire for complexities
to be held within my mind
un-re-ravelling the cord
of my thinking unthought thoughts
hurts

not without adversity
this path is wrought with dissonance
cognitively cognizant
the gap disparaging
widening
the spectrum of my mind

clarity means responsibility
a new pattern woven behind my eyes
drinking from the cisterns
of every origin
so that I stay blind

the bliss of abstinence of life
the void outside toil and strife
the joy that comes from suffering
and the triumph of disaster

paradoxes pull my mind
into obscurity
a moment of balance at the height of tension
and realization finds me
seeking the wilderness spring

and listens to the song of my affliction
waiting patiently
and says to me
I perceive you want to be free
But the freedom you seek
You won’t find within your mind

And offers me a drink
Steady and glowing
Bright blue truth
Living in a crystal silver cup

My mind spinning into fractals
Tries to receive
This offer
From the one who sees
Stumbling into surrender
My thirst overwhelms my rational mind
A drink, deeply, then, all at once

My eyes are opened
To serenity
The tumultuous ocean stills within me
Illusions falling to the ground
A phrase gently resounds, received
“A truth contains infinity,
And a stone slow sinking deeply into light
Far outweighs the chaotic flight
Of complexity”

 

© Mikael Kolozsy

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Foxing

Nameless foxing white

Wandering familiar cold

Barren arctic, restless snow

layers of icy light

snow blind blur-red eyes

comfortable in camouflage

settling frost

crystallizes the once soft earth

stifling the Greenland past

a flaming counterpart

contrasting orange cousin

emerges from the denning cave

as magma flows

from within stone

an ember sinking through the snow

a river of red

boiling earth

steaming through the frozen tundra

the fiery fox

sees beyond the layers of cold

before the tempests, a land of old

lava, hardens, cracks and sputters

heat unto an icy world

Dissolving

a consuming energy

leaking solids into liquid

warms soft the arctic ground

prevailing red

cutting through the atrophy

triumphant

the white fox

rises with the steam

drifting through the atmosphere

the land revived

breathes a sigh of life

the arctic white grows green once more

© Mikael Kolozsy

Don’t look back

My mercy

Set you free

From consequence

Of death

 

I broke

The yolk

Of sin and shame

So you could be with me

 

The city of destruction

Enflamed and clothed in smoke

The place from which you came

is no longer your home, for

Your home is where I am

 

Look to me

And you’ll see

The purity of love

That makes it worth to leave

Those worthless things alone

 

Once you leave

I’ve made you free

Free to live and breathe

And celebrate with me.

Just don’t look back.

Woorim Island

 

A town
Whose currency
Is the ability
To distract
From misery

The guitarist
Singing in the alleyway
does it for himself
but the passing crowd remains

Thank you, they say
As they go on their way
The sounds of your struggle
Has blessed me immensely

I’ll share this joy
The way I know how
Another drink for me
And a free one for you

A flame for your cigarette
An exchange of breath
Let us embrace
and escape this place together

becoming

 

I am green
Planted in the soil of this age
I surround myself
With sunlight
and minerals
with the hope  
of skyward growth
and inward deepening

But am I better                                       
For the sunlight, I have drunk
And the soil that envelops me?
A torrential rain
A flood of information,
Has developed into what?

For my veins are filled with life
And the singing of the treetops
Rings within my ears
I want to rise,
Take this seed within me,
hold fast to it and fly
I see the grainy image
Of what the end result could be
I feel all this potential
Energy welling up in me

There is a part of me
Drawn to practicality,
Enamored by reality
This part of me
Cries out to the theory
Embedded deep within me
Appeals to my imagination
To spill into reality
And become more than philosophy

For what’s the worth
Of brilliance, if it’s
Confined within the mind?

Crowned

Crowned

purple crystal circle
orb, glowing
in your left hand
offered
in a vision before dreaming

an offer of yourself
from yourself to yourself
can you really trust yourself?

once you start to doubt yourself
you can never be yourself
and once you start to change your self
can you ever be yourself?

are you the one that offers or receives?
do you create choice make or take the choice?
can you offer yourself to me?

this once never pure
light lost, distorted glass
i could see the light around me
now light in me lacklustre

bring the chaos
break the vase
pour the water over ashes
is this my fate?

will it last?
this freedom found,
is not profound
but freedom had from genesis.

good things come in threes
so won’t you break my heart in 3
I’ll pull apart my soul
for you who wish to see me whole.

Knowing

Knowing

Knowledge knowledge
I’m starving to know
Tell me what I need to know

Carnal mind
Emotional, irrational,
Human that I am

Without knowledge I am lost
But with it, thinking I am found
I lose myself once again

Popping facts like tic-tacs
sugar rushes to your head
knowledge, knowledge how do I treat you?

I want to meet you
I want to see you
But what do I know?

Mysteries flowing through my soul
Knowledge is the light
Revealing

I am flesh, and blood and bone
I came from a seed
Now fading

Maybe certain things I know
Are better left unsaid
Held only as mysterious

Tell me you know what’s best for me
Show me that you care for me
Let me know

I say I know what I should do
Yet what I claim to know
Goes against what I do

I know I must
I have to grow
Advance and learn

I know my pride has hold on me
I know I want to be set free
I know what I want for me

I know-I must
But how?
That’s what I really need to know.

Amusement

Amusement

My desire to create
Seems thwarted by a life of ease

Without cognitive dissonance
My thoughts lose their prestige

Is it possible to create?
Without suffering

Seems the greats were chronic
Masochists, misunderstood

The human experience is suffering
thus, to capture, I must suffer

Prodigal Weekend

Prodigal weekend

This upward slanting path
My feet long to follow you
Narrow, with clean edges
Blurring lines within my mind

ultimately plain
trademarked by simplicity
like a cabin in the woods
the Truth is rarely glamorous

though the son is bright
his light does not shine
illumination search, revealing
but without reflection,

each step deeper, sinking
into something
ever growing greater
in this way, the going goer slows

a landscape moving sidewalk
heightens on the mountain
this way is swift
but slow in making

the path glows
presently, but far away
distant hearts are welcome
to become present along this way

see, where you look,
so, will you be
look unto me,
if you want to live

the invitation resounds
gently breathed to be received
rest on me
while I go the against your way

this path is True
I see where it could carry me
I see the validity
But what is this I hear?

I can hear the sirens singing
their beauty, pulls a part of me
a reanimate desire,
to be part of the monster
of doctor Frankenstein

but can you dance apart from me?
Or sing without my breath?
don’t you sing against me, love
I’ve shown you what is best

three days
from the desert mountain way
three days,
in the neon city centre streets

engulfed in flame
the doctor’s monster
dancing in the darkness
then the muted sunlight rises

a moment of lucidity
a mirrored glance with open eyes
a study of the hands
and realization comes at last

this prodigal weekend fire
burns out at the daylight
the sirens fade, the monster dies
and morphs into a child
with wayward heart and resolved face
he turns to face the music

Forever Now

Forever now

Hey, we’re here,
doing what we can with what we got
We’ve bought out of the system
now we’re chasing our dreams

We’ve sold all we had
Now we’re sold out for the now
Exponential understanding, experimenting with potential
Psychedelic evolution hasn’t ended yet

Haven’t got much of anything
But a knack for making
Misconstrued connections
Weaving together metaphysical threads

We’ve come so far from what we are
Living in a place full of faith
That there is no such thing
As knowing, what is or is not, only, what might be

Living on the outskirts
Of the universe
Dwelling beneath the city
Of philosophy

Dirty hands we build our perspective
Bright eyes, fuelled by love
And psilocybin
It’s all connected, don’t you see?

Beautiful coincidence
Fractured fractals of what could be
Envisioning what cannot be seen
Imagination combined with depravity

There is truth all mixed in with lies
No way to separate
It’s all the same, and now it’s gone
This is life lived forever now.

 

this poem was inspired by a man named Jesse, who I got to talk about metaphysics and spirituality for a while in a place called Byron Bay. this place has a lot of spiritual seekers and some really interesting people.